Or, can I make it till tomorrow? That's the inevitable question. Some days are harder than others to categorize into levels of suffering. By suffering, I mean in the Buddhist sense of each day is suffering a journey to a higher plane.
That said, I suffered a serious motorcycle accident last month a long way from home. People who I thought were my friends turned their backs on me and that hurt worse than the concussion and shock. Worse than the broken (shattered) thumb and separated shoulder. Even worse than the 3 days/nights of retching in the dark.
You get the picture I'm sure. ..It was on the 3rd day that I was told to get my things out of their motorhome, and I didn't have all day. No explanation was offered nor any asked. (another blog will cover this)
The head injury and pain meds had me fuzzy at best. I loaded my truck w/ one arm in a sling and the other hand in a splint, (cast). Then I drove 60 miles to a real friends home.
I was immediately told that I should be in the bedroom and to tell them what I needed. Wonderful, kind, compassionate folks, who took care of me and Lucy. Convalescing in another home is an awkward situation. On one hand you need the help, but on the other, you don't want to be a burden.
After 2 weeks I proclaimed myself up to driving home. I wasn't, but couldn't stand to listen to R. Limbaugh one more day! ...talk about suffering!!! LOL
It's been 2 weeks and 4 days since my accident. I have healed a great deal and moved on. My new motorcycle is a beauty and will be lots of fun as soon as I'm able to ride w/out pain. It hurts to ride almost as much as not riding.
"I will Survive" "Ride to Live, Live to Ride"
